It doesn't matter if you're a mage, a wizard, a psyker, or whatever, but spellcasters who are constantly seeking knowledge have always been Tzeentch's favorite targets.

It is willing to take in those who are bold enough to seeker knowledge, and then, with innate malice, to impart to them those forbidden and dangerous knowledge.

When curious souls realize that they have made a big mistake, they often make irreparable mistakes.

Tzeentch has always been the most mysterious and cunning of the four gods of subspace.

When a person, good enough, to make a mark on the path of magic or technology, and begin to devote himself to knowledge that no one has mastered before, he will often find Tzeentch at the end of the road.

Behind the destruction of the Ottoman Empire is the shadow of Tzeentch, who lured the mages to delve into the secrets of the crystal wall system.

It was He, who used indiscreable whispers to affect the minds of the mages, tampered with some insignificant data, and finally the huge explosion directly connected the boundaries between the world and Chaos.

As the culprit of the advent of Chaos, Tzeentch naturally did not miss this good show, and he was very interested in the [Machine Heart], which stored the knowledge of another world.

Victor has been given a new life, and although it was forced, it is still worth celebrating.

Aking from the Mage's Tower, he watched as his stupid apprentice-test subject collapsed to the ground like a soon-to-melt candle, becoming inhuman, and then flowing into his mouth.

During the whole process, Victor felt like he had been pressed the pause button, and he was powerless to resist.

Victor is not a rookie, he knows what chaos is, and there are even books and materials dedicated to chaos in the Witch King's data room, which vaguely mentions the existence of the four evil gods.

He felt like he was doing well now, the puzzles of magic that he had previously been incomprehensible were being solved, and the unsolved mystery that had once been publicly offered by the Witch King was quickly concluded in front of Victor, and the nature of magic that had plagued many mages for countless years was revealed before him.

This is the truth! The door to a new world was opened before my eyes! Victor let out a sigh of satisfaction, at this moment, he already had the whole world.

But in an instant, he found himself forgetting all of this knowledge, and although he had memorized it all in his head and could copy it at will, Victor found that he was gradually becoming more and more difficult to comprehend the profound knowledge.

Sensitivity to numbers and syllables is fading, and after a desperate struggle and a heartfelt confession, Victor realizes that he is no longer the wise spellcaster.

He became a mortal, and he remembered the model of every spell he had learned, every word in every spell book, but he couldn't understand what it meant.

For a former spellcaster, this is the cruelest hell.

Tzeentch didn't say a word, not a word, or turn him into something disgusting, and Victor gave in.

Turning a spell caster into an illiterate person is definitely the most vicious torture in the world, and Victor did not hesitate to give up the mage's already thin morality and sincerely work for Tzeentch.

Having experienced the heights of the pinnacle, Master Victor is willing to give everything to exchange knowledge.

Wangxiang City, as the center of this series of events, has long been seen and taken to heart by Tzeentch's new dog-legged Victor.

When he let go of his faith and opened his brain to embrace Tzeentch, the wisdom and reason that once belonged to him returned.

Like a dutiful nanny, the mage Victor guides the travelers, greenskins, players, orcs of the forest, and all those who want to come to the Carnival of Wangxiang City are his targets.

The arrival of St. Tzeentch's family required enough sacrifices, and the conspiracy and intrigue between several forces were all flashes of wisdom.

In addition to the abusive, Tzeentch could also draw strength from it, and the rotting corpses became Nurgle's best sacrifice.

Only Slaanesh could not benefit from this, and the exhibitors of this war were either greenskins who did not even have a gender, or they were holy warriors who were disciplined forces.

And the players involved in it are more professional than the other, one is more shrewd than the other, and it is easy not to show flaws.

If he had been given the opportunity to speak, it would have been the most boring war Slaanesh had seen in recent years, and it would be no fun at all.

With the power of Chaos, Victor easily summoned a thundercloud storm with a much larger range than when he had been in the Warband Castle before.

The bright sky was quickly obscured by dark clouds, and the thick brontosaurus continued to show its hideous appearance in the clouds.

"I said, be windy!" Standing on top of the thunderclouds, Victor felt himself more thrilled than ever, and with a wave of one hand, a strong wind began to blow from the direction of the sea.

The warships of the Paladin Expeditionary Force docked in the harbor kept creaking in the storm, and if they hadn't unloaded the solar sails in advance, they would have capsized directly.

The battleship, which was still cruising outside, was not so lucky, and the sudden appearance of a crosswind caught the captain and the helmsman and helmsman in a hurry, and the sturdy hull withstood the pressure in the wail, but the mast could not.

The huge solar sails were torn apart in the storm, the mast was broken, and the ship was almost flipped on its side in the middle of the sea, and the sailors and paladins decisively jumped to escape.

Blessed by the great Lord of the Dawn, this is not too far from the shore!

"I said, some more fish!" Victor's eyes have long been devoid of human parts, and a pair of uneyelided, protruding alien eyeballs can rotate three hundred and sixty degrees.

It was a new gift from Tzeentch, along with the techniques he had been working on for so many years.

As soon as Victor's words fell, the sailor who fell into the water felt something wrapped around his ankle, and dragged his back to the bottom of the sea without even having a chance to scream.

The paladins had an even bigger problem, as a large number of arm-length fish appeared around them, each with fine scales, sharp teeth, and malicious smiles.

Not only can these fish smile, but they can also call out their names, they call out the names of the paladins and then swarm up to eat them.

In the end, no one could swim to the shore alive, and neither the transcendent nor the mortal had the ability to resist in the face of such an attack.

"O Lord of the Dawn, this is our day of calamity!" The Acting Commander stood on deck and prayed to the Lord of the Dawn.

And the transcendents of the other expeditionary forces have already smelled the stench of chaos.